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Caritas | Sunday

John had decimated the population of the world five times before he headed to the bar, phone to his ear as he explained how effective the Rodney pandemic virus had been. "No, it's not multiplayer." He waved at Tino for a beer as he sat down, making faces at no one present.

"No, it's not better than our game." He rolled his eyes. As if disease was as cool as running dueling civilizations. "Yes, I'm sure they're doing fine without us."

He paused, eyebrow lifting. "No."

"No."

"Did you hear me say no twice?" John snorted, somehow smiling despite the exchange. "I'm hanging up now." At least Tino was quick with that beer.

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He was definitely on to something there. Fun hadn't really happened in at least a year. "If I tell you you might have a point, am I going to be able to live it down ever?" she wondered.

"Depends on if my point ends with you actually having fun." And he didn't just mean with him.

Jaina narrowed her eyes, considering this. And then with her free hand- apparently she was not ready to let go- she reached for the shot, downing it quickly and putting the glass down with a nonverbal There.

"Wanna spray paint your initials on the side of the building?" His eyes twinkled with the teasing.

"That's more your style than mine," Jaina pointed out with a lopsided grin. "Though if it's just my initials, I could blame you..."

"That was my thinking," he admitted. "Fewer consequences on your part. People expect that sort of thing from me. And John Smith."

"You'd really take the blame for me for vandalism?" Not that she'd actually do it, she was more of a theft/breaking and entering/assault kind of girl, but she was curious.

"Is that a surprise?" John was good at covering for his people. Apparently Jaina was in that category still.

"I don't know. Never considered it before," she admitted. "But it shouldn't be."

"Then I take it you're interested?" He was still teasing, yes, but there was another shot ready for her.

"Not in vandalism," she decided. And she was wondering what a third shot would do to her. It used to be that three meant she was drunk, but she felt fine at the moment.

That was flirty and he liked it. "Then what?"

"Then you get to come up with another idea," Jaina told him, picking up the shot. She knew how dangerous it was to give him that. "You're the one with an idea of fun."

"And you're the one leaving yourself way open to danger here," John pointed out. "We could start small - mix your whites with your darks in the wash."

"How about somewhere in between way open to danger and laundry?" she requested. And there went shot three, and she decided she was done or the danger thing would be a much bigger concern.

"We could break into the flight shed and have a race." No, he didn't care she had a key.

"...We could do that," Jaina agreed. Even if her head was swimming a little, she could get in without damaging the lock, and yes she thought of that sort of thing even after three shots these days.

"And I promise I won't let you sleep there," John told her with a wink. He was thoughtful like that.

"I knew I could count on you." The bad thing was, she didn't think she'd be too picky on where she did sleep, ahem. There was still time before she had to worry about that. "Then we should probably go before I sober up."

"That's a great idea." John was pretty sure he knew where she'd be sleeping.

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